Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Bibleball

As some of you will know, I am fairly obsessed with basketball. I love playing it, reading about it, following it, watching it, everything. We've been shooting a ball around outside the Garage for a little while now, usually whilst having leaders chat or waiting for the kids. Then it often becomes a game with the boys. Obviously, I love that, but I guess not everyone's as keen a fan as me. ANYWAY. The following is an excerpt from a silly exchange DC and I had over the above picture he drew. I laughed whilst in it, so thought I'd share. Apologies for dodgy quality/if you're not amused. But whatever.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Product of Procastinating Minds

This is a Facebook conversation between Ms. Sarah Lay and myself, whilst both avoiding exam study. Enjoy/be disgusted/be confused. We'll be fielding questions all week.
Status update: Sarah is stoked that Frankston won the grand final of intimate frisbee.
Ben: ...intimate frisbee?
Sarah: frankston thing, admit it, your jealous :) (later deleted)
Sarah: its a frankston thing, there's no need to ask. If it seems stupid, it is.
Ben: way to write twice, then delete once.
nonetheless, intimate frisbee would be an interesting experience.
Sarah: it's how it's done. plus i decided i don't paticularly like frankston in jokes.
Ben: ...would also be a painful experience. frisbees flying (intimately) out of nowhere. could take someone's eye out.
Sarah: a similar incident happened to aj, but not eyes.
intimately painful....
how long have you been on facebook today?
Ben: twas on while studying at midday, and then just came on again whilst watching ramsay's.
...not much study is getting done.
how long have YOU?
Sarah: twice while attempting to study. right now i'm learning about price stability.
it's not very interesting.
i'd much rather talk about my inability to write messages once, or intimate frisbee.
Ben: or your intimacy with writing messages once on frisbees.
Sarah: surely not.
..would you like to receive intimate messages on frisbees?
it seems a little odd/romantic way.
say you smacked the person in the face with your romantic frisbee message.. oh i give up.
Ben: knocked out (/up? ha) by the flying disc of love.
some say that is the ultimate way to propose.
others...don't.
Sarah: yes. and then you wake up with them in your face. how lovely.
some would say we have to much time on our hands...
Ben: others would say we are the greatest poets of this modern day era.
imagine if, one day, stuff written on facebook walls was considered great literature. first would be the myspace epoch, followed by the facebook reformation.
...i'm a literature nerd?
Sarah: ..ill buy your memoir.
as long as there is mention of our creepy conversations.
placenta anyone?
Ben: haha in cake or hair cream form?
oh kyla. you truly are the queen of placenta.
... this must look pretty weird on your wall. both this message... and placenta.
Sarah: i know, when she said that i was just thinking, placenta hair?
some of the odd things i come up with.
it doesn't matter, i have the words 'flying disc of love' on my wall, can't get much better than that.
Ben: you got my 400th wall post. congrats.
yeh i thought those words were a bit of literary inspiration.
quite clearly, i'm putting my intellect into facebook posts over philosophy of religion notes. i think most people would agree it's a good choice.
Sarah: yes, and some may find it wierd.
but you know i'm a fan.
blog this conversation BC. do ittt!
p.s i think i know how to use this wall thing well and truly now. yay.
Ben: i may just. THIS will be the last post in the run before blogging.
Sarah: hooray. blog on placentas & discs of love.
do you think anyone will understand?
Ben: most likely not. but it won't be the first time my blog's been incomprehensible.
* Edit: The conversation has just kept on going in the comments. Ridiculous.